From my layout below: Sure, pink was my color as a young girl. But then what young girl didn't like the color pink. But by the time I was in high school, my choice had altered to purple and yellow. I remember the big furry yellow pillow and the gaudy purple velvet bedspread. Liberace would have been proud. Nowadays I find that I have a more settled outlook on color and prefer the soft creams, ecru's and beige's. The color of warm sand on the beach. Light touches of sea green and teal. The more neutral colors of brown and grey are what I find most soothing these days.
As I read what I wrote, I think about how my poor mother had to deal with the color choices I made in my "formative" years. Those were the days of neon colors and black lights, black velvet posters painted with neon colors. Bright, vibrant, I'm alive colors. Rich and exotic. Not the vivid primary colors of our youth. Something more. Something we had to declare to the world.
But as with all things, life has a tendency to change as did my choice of color. Part I am sure is because of the weight I have gained over the years due to steroids, lack of exercise and a multitude of other faults. Still I find that the muted teals, forest greens, dark burgundies, soft creams and delicate browns, beckoning me, telling me that I have reached a stage in my life that is content. No need to take on the world any longer, no need to tell it that I am here. It knows. Now is the time in my life to sit back and enjoy the sight of today's youth trying out their colors for the world while I wrap up in the warmth of my own.